Valentine

I don't hate Valentine's Day the way I used to as a kid.

Elementary school simply meant too much work decorating the paper bag that would become a mailbox for valentines that all said some version of "Hey Valentine! I spent 99cents on this card!"

Middle school and high school meant another year of hoping that this one boy would send me a flower... and watching him send it to someone else instead. *sigh*

College meant the biggest day at the post office ever and waiting with baited breath to get the email that said "You have flowers waiting for you!"

And today?
Today one of my students was clearly trying to hide something behind her back - which could have been anything from a pie to chewed up piece of gum. She said, "Can I ask you something?" I answered, "What's up?" She whipped out a box of chocolates and a coloring page she had colored and written a poem comparing our friendship to Patrick and Spongebob.

Not sure any Valentine I've ever received compares.


Seems like every year people complain about Valentine's Day and someone posts something about having a day to tell people that you love them not being all that bad.

I think I have to agree. In a world that I see parents who forget to pick their kids up from church, siblings who do nothing but criticize, and friends who get in fights and can be downright mean... a day where we remember to tell the people most important to us that they matter and we love them, seems pretty okay.